I love cooking! My husband is the culinary dropout and he is good at smoking and grilling! Oh and i can’t forget his delicious cheesecakes! They are the best! Me, I can go into the cabinet and whip something up. I may see a recipe and want to make it, but don’t have all the ingredients (and don’t feel like going back out), so I will improvise!
So, i think on Tuesday’s, I will start sharing my recipes!
Here is one of my dishes:
A bag of chicken mozzarella tortellini
Creamed spinach steamer (I used birds eye brand)
1 can of Cream of mushroom soup
Bone broth (enough to loosen the soup but not make it soupy)
Mushrooms (I used sliced baby portobellos)
Boil the tortellini as on package Microwave creamed spinach steamer as on package Drain water after boiling tortellini. Mix creamed spinach with tortellini. Add soup and mix. Gradually, 1 ladle at a time add bone broth to the mix, stirring till you have a creamy mixer of everything. Add mushrooms. I like to break my bigger mushroom up, but whatever you prefer. Cover an cook on low to allow the mushrooms to soften. If your creaminess thickens, just add more bone broth to loosen it up. Serve and top with parmesan cheese.
Ever feel like wine is like your friends and vice versa? Our tastebuds change over the years and what you loved before is now not your preferred. What used to be your #1 is now fading away to not even rank on the top 10 list. It happens over time and with every vintage year, the taste changes. It changes so much that, you hardly recognize the wine you once loved. You keep going back to it, thinking that maybe it was you, maybe you were sick, or it was the food you were eating when you were drinking it. Then you finally come to the conclusion, you’ve both changed.
You can’t help but think….. Maybe next year will be better.
It sucks outside…. plain and simple! I missed a chance to hang out with some girlfriends yesterday with today being a backup, but guess they had “too much fun” that today is now a recover day. Which i don’t blame them. Its a perfect rainy day to do nothing!
I got as far as putting my shoes onto go do some food shopping. As you can see from my photo….. this is how far I got. I put Grayson’s new sweater on him. Isn’t he so cute?!!
I have always felt that dreams have meaning and provide a message.
Last night, I dreamt that I was somewhere, I don’t even know our location, with my boss. I don’t really get along with my boss. Let’s just say, as other’s put it; We have baggage. We used to work together before and he was an egotistical, know it all back then. Now he is in a power and is a bigger hot head who makes people feel small to make himself feel better.
Yep, he was in my dream last night and it felt so real. We were having real conversations. Conversations that you have where you are struggling to know the “real person. We are outside. The atmosphere and surrounding environment seemed cold and almost bare. The sun was trying to shine through the thick cloud cover. We were on tracing through white sand on a beach like we were on a mission. The strange thing about this mission was, we had to talk. We are both hard headed cynical people who are not not good at opening up let alone sharing feelings. Almost like looking into a mirror.
So, now, I’m on a beach with my boss, who can’t stand me, and now I see something falling out of the sky……
As this object gets closer, I notice, it’s not falling, it’s targeting us. I am now panicking but there is nowhere to go. My boss keeps talking. I wish I could remember what the specifics of our conversation. I can’t tell who is having the issue of letting the other person in, him or I.
The object……now bomb is getting closer. My boss’s voice calms and the tone of our conversation changes. Just as the bomb gets close to the ground, it stops just before hitting it. It just stops, hovering about 5ft above the ground, with the words NAPAL on it. Like I know what that means. Then, the bomb starts straying air…. gas….something. It was like a pipe burst.
Thursday after Christmas we were baack at Georgetown University Hospital for a follow-up apt from my husband being sick and being taken off the trial meds till he recovered. Driving to G’town and making it under two hours is like hitting the lotto. We hit it that day! We got there early and then sat in the waiting room for at least 20 minutes past our appointment time…. go figure!
As we sit waiting, we are talking, and then as the conversation ends, I start to notice everything around is…..the people, the lighting, the coffee machine…..and the sounds. The TV was on this channels that had smooth talking voice and the pictures were environmental, like waterfalls and flowing streams with birds chirping and what not. In my mind I was like, WHAT IS THIS, no cartoons or at least something funny?! People with cancer don’t want to meditate. They need a distraction and want to feel somewhat normal. I looked at my husband and asked, do you feel relaxed. He looked at me annoyed and said no, not really. Two minutes later a couple walk into the waiting area where we are and the gentleman says to the gentlemansitting in front of us, What, no cartoons?!! I couldn’t help but smile.